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• We drove into Cooktown where we went and picked up Ricki and headed down to Shane Edmund’s Benefit Concert in the Lion’s Park. A pleasant night it turned out to be, complete with a walk up Grassy Hill in the dark to look at the lights of town and wedges with tomato sauce. Or it was pleasant, until on the way home, just after dropping Ricki back to her place, the car broke down. Fortunately, after a quick analysis, I found that the regulator had simply become disconnected from the alternator, leaving it rather unexcited, and the battery had subsequently discharged. Sarah rescued us by finding someone who was still packing up from the concert and who had jumper leads, and we proceeded home.